My Gifted Love (✓)

Chapter 41

           
Aasha's Pov

"Okay stay here. I will bring you something to eat" he said while kissing me on my cheeks and left the room. I turned towards the balcony. Then only i noticed its raining outside heavily. Is the rainy season begun this soon in Mumbai? Soon Mr. Malhotra came with a tray in his hand and sat beside me.

"I made rice porridge for you. Doctor adviced to give you light and warm foods" saying this he took the spoon from the tray and dipped it in the bowl to stir the porridge.

The great Dev Malhotra, CEO of Malhotra industries, had made a porridge for me. I sighed mentally.  The porridge seems very hot. He scooped a spoon full of porridge and blew on it for a few seconds with full concentration. His face is adorning with a cute frown. Today he is wearing a white t-shirt, black jacket and a blue jeans. He looks like a model popping out from a magazine.  After making sure that its not hot, he extended the spoon before my mouth. I was looking at him without even blinking my eyes. 

"Open your mouth, Aasha" he said softly. Is he now going to feed me?  shook my head in 'no' with a frown on my face.

"No its not hot, Aasha. So open your mouth" he said softly. 

"No i can eat by myself, sir. You already did so much. You came here leaving your all meetings and cooked this porridge for me. Thankyou so much for everything. I just don't want to be a burden to you anymore. I will eat this porridge. You just go and attend the meetings, sir" i said in my low voice. 

"Look Aasha. I am here willingly because i want to take care of you by myself. And whats with that burden word, ha? I never consider you as a burden. I am not going anywhere. So now open your mouth and finish this porridge" he scolded me like i am a little girl. I looked at him with my wide eyes. 

"Okay i will eat by myself" i said while trying to take the spoon from his hands. 

"No i will feed you with my hands only" he said with his firm voice. I sighed.

"Sir, Did you had your lunch?" i asked him.

"Yeah! I had some fruits and black coffee while preparing this porridge" he said. I nodded at him. Then he started to feed me the porridge. The porridge tastes very bitter. 

"What is this? It tastes bitter" i said with a frown. He chuckled looking at my face. 

"It tastes bitter because you are still having a fever" he said while feeding me another spoon. 

"Oh! I thought you cooked it for the first time. Thats why it tastes bitter" i said. Then only i realised what i said. I closed my mouth with my hand. 

" Hello madam. I am a great cook, okay? Just wait till to you get recover from this fever and cold. I will show you my cooking skills. I will feed you all the tasty foods cooked by my hands" he said with a smile. 

"You know cooking?" i asked him excitedly.

"Yes. I am a great cook" saying this he wiped the corner of my lips with his thump which had a littlle bit of porridge. I looked down when he did that. 

He is feeding me with more care like he is feeding a five year old little girl.  He wipes the corner of my lips with his thump, if he smuge any porridge while feeding me. He even didn't let me drink water by myself. I felt overwhelmed by his gestures. 

When i was a small girl, i used to saw my father feeding my brother and my grandmother, uncle and aunt feeding my brother and my cousins with their hands. I only look at them longingly.

Never once my father or anyone in my family fed me food with their hands. My own family didn't fed me food. Not even once. But here he is feeding me the food. For the first time in my life i am eating food from someone's hand. Why he is making me experience more first times in my life? Why? A tear slipped from the corner of my eyes. He looked at my tear. But didn't react. Only wiped my tears with a blank expression on his face. But more tears escaped from my eyes.